Monday, April 29, 2013

The Ongoing Adventures of my Tongue: Taco Rice

Japanese Mexican food.

It's called taco rice (タコライス takoraisu).


As weird as that might sound, it truly rocks! But if you ever visited Japan's distant island of Okinawa, especially in the armed forces, or spent more than a week anywhere in Japan, you're probably familiar with it and don't see it as weird at all.


The One-Minute Lunch

For such a tiny, remote island Okinawa offers some remarkably unusual, yet delicious food.

Approachable

That's the word I'm looking for. Alot of "unusual" food around the world, good or bad, can be very unfriendly to the less-adventurous diner. Okinawan food, maybe for it's simplicity, doesn't look all that different from Chinese. If the spartan marines are eating it, it can't be all that esoteric. But the MC of Okinawan food is the humble taco rice.

Legend has it that it was first whipped up in the '60's by a local chef trying to please the palates of US servicemen by making tacos, but substituting local rice for the tortilla shells - the only component which was difficult to obtain out there (if you think about it, everything else is pretty basic).

It's essentially taco-seasoned ground beef, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and whatever else served on a bed of steamed rice. It's as good as it sounds, and a notably healthy alternative.


It's so easy to make that you just read the recipe. But for the sake of bullet points, I'll elaborate with helpful Japanese shopping links:

  • Brown the ground beef, drain the fat, return it to the skillet, and cook for a few more minutes with water and taco seasoning
    (chili pepper, onion, garlic, pepper, cayenne, and maybe cumin and paprika).
    You can do your own seasonings, or just use a package of taco seasoning like I do.

  • Serve the beef over steamed rice.

    • Here, I like the traditional Japanese "sushi rice" (uruchimai). Maybe that's just because it's what I'm accustomed to but I think the starchy, stickiness of this rice works best with the spicy beef and cheese; supporting it without overpowering it. Sometimes I mix in a little brown rice for substance and healthiness. But just about any rice will do, I guess.
  • Here, I like shred the cheese directly on the hot taco meat (oh, grow up!) so it will melt better. Now we're almost talking NACHO rice, which mine usually ends up resembling if I have enough cheese...so much for the health benefits.
  • Chop up some lettuce or cabbage, tomatoes (cherry tomatoes, if  you have them on hand)...add some guacamole, onions, olives...whatever turns you on.
  • Taco sauce or salsa on top. If you're in Japan, the best salsa by far is the Daniel's Fire Roasted line imported from the US. If you're in the States, you may know of  better brands, but I doubt it.  Daniel's Fire Roasted Salsas are so good, I've stopped making my own. The black bean and corn is my family's favorite. I used to get them at Sony Plaza when I was lucky enough to find them in stock until I found them online. Now I order them by the case and go through about a jar a week.
    You can order them from Rakuten through this link (complete links at the bottom):


  • After That? Serve with beer and a kick-ass action movie. Might I suggest From Paris with Love?

  • OR if sounds like too much work, heat up a  package of ready-made taco rice meat.


You can even speed up the process further by smashing a couple of plain onigiri/rice balls on a plate, adding the ready-made beef, and microwaving it (remove beef from foil bag first, genius).

Taco rice is equally popular with kids, at least in Japan. Try it with your kids and see what they think. Lemme know.

Either way, I'd like to hype Daniel's a little more. It's a small company, so I want to make sure they get all the business they deserve lest they stop selling in Japan and I lose my favorite condiment.
Try them all; they're all great.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Very Bad Neighbors

Man, talk about bad-to-worse.

We live and work in a walk-up above what use to be a ramen shop. It was a nice shop and we got along well with the family that ran the shop. About as bad as it got was in the mornings when we'd open the windows and catch a waft of the greasy, boiling pork stock. But it wasn't so strong. About like having a neighbor cooking.

Then they closed shop and moved out.

We went a year or so with a dark, cold, empty space under us. That made winters colder and I worried about it attracting crime or the landlord bulldozing the entire building.

Finally someone moved in; a couple of Nepali guys with the intention of opening an Indian curry restaurant. Initially that seemed great. More foreigners and Indian food a stair-way away.

What I didn't count on were foreigners and Indian food.

The Japanese put courtesy as a top priority at all times. They always start by asking themselves, "will this bother or inconvenience anyone?" Foreigners who learn to play like this do well locally. But most foreigners have no interest in this protocol.

Now we have people downstairs who might as well be Americans,  they're so inconsiderate.

  • They play loud Indian music all night. 
  • They block our entrance with delivery trucks.
  • They throw trash in our garden and make a general mess of the area.
  • They do noisy construction without regards to the acceptable construction hours.
  • Unorthodox use of their plumbing has a sickening septic smell backing up through our kitchen sink regularly.
  • They have completely filled up our "half" of the landing downstairs with garbage and junk to where we can't even get our bikes in and out. When we ask them to give us a little space, they just move things around.
The landlord could care less.

But the worst of it is the smell. It's really putting me off my love of curry. Our house is inundated with the reek of curry spices and garlic 24 hours a day. Even with the windows closed, it seeps up through the floors. Some days you can even SEE it as a yellow haze in the air. Our eyes burn and we have to run air filters all the time. There's nowhere to hang out our laundry that it won't come out smelling like curry.

I don't think they're mean. They're just inconsiderate. And I don't think I'm being bigoted by suggesting that it's cultural because my own American culture isn't in real practice one bit more considerate, as much as we Americans might like to think otherwise. We like to think we're so considerate, but growing up in Texas I met very few people who demonstrated such values. I must be turning Japanese.

Monday, April 01, 2013

Fear and Loathing in Tokyo Disneyland

It was without a doubt the weirdest time we've ever had at Tokyo Disneyland, and we go about twice a year. 

We went on a Friday, and we thought the school kids had one more week to go before spring break. Oh, how wrong we were. No grow-up ride had less than a three hour wait, and even the dinky ones had waits of 45 min and up. It's a Small World had a 50 min wait, if you can believe that. 

We started with high hopes and headed straight for Big Thunder Mountain (as I'm slowly overcoming my fear of roller coasters, that's a recent victory). The wait was three-and-a-half hours. It took thirty minutes just to get a ferry to Tom Sawyer Island. The canoes looked possible, but the wait for that was 45 min.

We wandered around for four hours and finally, crestfallen and defeated we decided to call it quits and go home, taking in Pirates of the Caribbean on the way out. The wait for that was down to 40 min, oh boy. The line snaked through parts we'd never even seen before. Once on, all the disappointment was forgotten and we were having the fun we'd come for...until they started making announcements that there were problems and that they'd be running the boats at half-speed. By the time we got to the part with Jack popping out of the barrel, the boats came to a dead stop. Lights on and sounds off. They announced that there was a warning light blinking and that we should please remain seated for our own safety. 

We remained safely seated for the next half hour.

It got kinda creepy with all the animatronics scuttling around, silently, endlessly. We started cutting up to kill time. Even the Japanese girls behind us started goofing on the endless announcement.

Finally staff in waders started coming around and pushing our boats back to evacuation points. It was too cool, getting to step off the ride and go backstage. They were amazingly professional and competent. Exiting backstage through a Spanish castle, everything looked like an industrial theater. Up some steel stairs and into the backyard. It looked a lot like a movie studio, with the sound-stage-esque buildings and trailers. We were wondering if they'd offer some compensation like a free ticket for another time. They gave everyone a pass for a ride of their choice. Without deliberation, we headed straight to Big Thunder Mountain where the wait was up to four hours...except for us! And what I didn't dare tell them was that we had so much fun evacuating that it was like being offered desert after having cake & ice cream. 

What started out as the worst ever trip to Disneyland turned out to be one of the best.

Here's a video of us stuck on the Pirates ride: